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Chapter 09: Six Days Later - Saturday.

I woke with Jax's body pressed firmly against my back, his arm slung over my waist and a hand on my small bump. I looked back at him seeing his eyes still closed and his breathing steady. He looked peaceful when he slept. His face wasn't hardened by the stress, drama and everything else the club could bring on a bad day.

The urge to go to the bathroom made its self aware. Hoping I wouldn't wake Jax up, I slowly pulled back the blanket and slowly try to slide from underneath his arm to the edge of the bed. I'd failed when I felt him tightening his hold around my waist and gently pull me back to him. I made a vain attempt to try again and sighed when he wouldn't let me go.

"Jax I need to take a piss." I said knowing he was awake and could hear me. "I'm sure you don't want me to piss in your bed."

I smiled feeling relief as his grip loosened. I got up as quickly as I could and made my way into the small bathroom off of his dorm room.

Once my bladder was empty I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I had slight bags under my eyes from not getting much sleep last night. The last six days had been all over the place.

Opie was still trying to work out who would break into his home. He even made Donna and Ellie stay in Lodi with her sister until he felt it was safe. I'd started working for Gemma once she'd gone over the details with me of what I'd be doing.

I was starting to show a little more and had even had a scare which resulted in me going to hospital. Two days after the break in I found I was spotting a bit and went straight to the hospital worried and panicked. After learning baby was safe and it was not uncommon this early in the pregnancy, I seemed to relax.

The phone calls I'd been getting had stopped three days ago after Jax answered my phone instead of me. I was hoping he had scared that freak off.

I'd been staying with him since the break in. The morning after had been slightly awkward but by the time the sun went down we'd talked and both admitted that we felt there was something there. Unsure about it, we agreed to just see where it would lead, without putting any labels on it. We'd already slept together a few more times and even shared a stolen kiss or two away from prying eyes.

I was slightly hesitant about it because of my little Bug. I didn't want Jax to feel like he had to play daddy. I didn't want to put that responsibility on him, especially since it wasn't his kid.

And there was also Dad and Opie.

Mine and Jax's dad had been friends since the Vietnam war, they started the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club together after they got back from Vietnam. And even though Dad looked at Jax like he was another son, I know he didn't want me involved with a club member. Dad making an exception for Jax was highly unlikely, Jax was still a SAMCRO member.

I didn't know how Opie would feel knowing his best friend and baby sister had something going on. A part of me didn't want to know how he'd react. I knew I had a lot to tell him and this was just adding to the list. Another part of me wanted to tell him everything so he wouldn't find out some other way.

That was another thing, if Jax and I were open about it, he probably wouldn't even notice unless someone told him face to face. He was wrapped up in club business, work and finding out who broke into his home to notice anything. He'd ask me if I was okay, if the baby was fine and if I was still alright with staying with Jax but that was about it. Our conversations never went on for more than ten minutes at a time. We never even talked about what happened in the lot.

I sighed and splashed water on my face, waking myself up a little more before walked back into the dorm room. Jax was already up and standing by the small kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal and a spoon in his hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking at me concerned as I poured myself a glass of water. "You were in there a while."

"Just a little nausea, nothing to worry about." I said giving him a small reassuring smile. That was partly true. I was feeling a little nausea. Now I had passed the first trimester, it seemed to have eased off quite a lot. I wasn't even vomiting anymore. All it was, was my stomach feeling a little funny and feeling like throwing up.

"Okay." he nodded. He leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the lips.

My smiled grew. "I'm feeling a little better already."

"In that case," he smirked and leaned in planting his lips against mine in a proper kiss, only pulling away a few seconds later.

"Well I'm definitely feeling better now." I laughed.

"Good." He smiled. "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to try and talk to Opie without being interrupted or having him leave." I sighed and walked over to his bed, sitting down. I knew I had to tell Opie everything,

I was beginning to feel like it was the right time. "Did he tell you about the photo half burnt in the sink the night of the break in?"

"Yeah, he did."

"It's weird. I must have been in bed no more than five minutes when the first smash happened. It was like they were waiting for me to go to bed." I frowned slightly. "But why would someone break in, smash a photo off the wall, take it into the kitchen and try and burn it in the sink?"

"I don't know." He said sitting next to me.

"They didn't even ta-" I cut myself off remembering something but not really thinking much of it at the time being slightly shaken up. "I had a drink of water before going to bed. I put the glass in the sink and went to bed. When I walked into the kitchen, seeing the photo in the sink the glass wasn't there."

"Someone could have moved it."

"No it wasn't anywhere and no one had gone into the kitchen until I did before Gemma came and got me."

"You think the person could have taken it with him?" He asked.

"I don't know. Why would someone steal a glass out of someone's sink?"

"There's a lot of unanswered questions we need to get an answer for and it's not just to do with the break in." He said. "We need to find out who cut your fuel line. For all we know it could be the same person. And why are they doing this? We don't know. Everyone thinks this person is targeting Ope so we're looking at it that way."

"But why Opie? He knows to keep his head down unless he can't. He's one of the nicest people I know."

"When you're in this club being nice doesn't matter." He said taking one of my hands in his. "If one of us crosses someone from another club or gang or whatever that person isn't the only one that's targeted and it's not just the person you crossed they'll be after you."

"Then why aren't any of you other guys been targeted?"

"It might still be early days yet."

I sighed again. "So many questions."

"And I promise we'll get the answers."

I stood up dropping his hand from mine. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a bluish grey shirt. I got dressed as Jax cleaned up his breakfast dishes and put them away.

"I'm going to go try talk to Opie." I told him as I pulled on my sneakers.

"Do you want something to eat first?"

"I'm not hungry but I'm sure my cravings will set in soon." I walked over to him and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you later." I said before walking out the door.


"Opie, are you up?" I called out walking through the front door of my brother and sister-in-laws home. Everything was still locked up so I didn't know of he was awake or not.

"In the kitchen." I heard him call back.

I walked into the kitchen seeing him sit at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. I smiled slightly as I sat across from him.

"What are you doing here so early?" He asked looking at me, raising his mug to his lips taking a small drink.

"I was hoping I could talk to you without any interruptions."

"I'm not doing anything except putting in two new windows." He said. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Something I should have told you when I got back here."

"Why didn't you?" He asked frowning slightly.

"Because I was scared about how you'd react and if you'd be disappointed and ashamed of me." I told him honestly. "I'm still scared you will be."

"Why would you think that?" He asked frowning a little more. "If it's what I said a few days ago, I didn't mean to say it, and I'm sorry about how it sounded."

"And you were right in a way." I stood up getting myself a glass of water before sitting back down.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "I'm confused."

"I don't know who the father is and I am ashamed but not because I don't know who the father is." I cupped the top of the glass with my hands and looked down at the clear liquid. "It's not because I slept around like the rumors the crow-eaters are spreading suggest. Something happened to me in LA."

"Were you...?" his voice trailed off as a look of realization crossed his features.

I nodded still not looking at him. "I don't remember it happening."

I heard him inhale and exhale a deep breath. I knew if I looked at him he'd look murderous, rage filling his eyes, lines on his forehead creased into a frown. The look on his face will be worse than that time he found out mom's husband had tried to come on to me and blamed me for it when I went to mom.

"What do you remember?" He asked. Just from the tone in his voice I could tell he was trying to keep calm for my sake.

I started telling him about what I remembered about that night from when my ex friends and I went out for dinner and then to a club to celebrate passing another assignment. I never told Jax about the dinner part but nothing had really happened at dinner. I explained to him that I remembered ordering my third drink and while I waited for it I turned to one of my friends to laugh and tease him about something he said. That was also a part I hadn't told Jax.

"I don't know if it happened then but I think I went to the bathroom with one of the girls and she left complaining about how I was taking too long. I think I was fixing my make up." I sighed moving my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose. It still frustrated me not knowing or remembering what happened. "I don't really remember."

A part of me didn't want to remember what happened because then it would make it real and I was scared of that. I already knew it happened because of what I was told, the bruises, scratches, pain and tests results backed it up. Not remembering the actual attack made it seem like a horrible dream, a horrible dream I didn't ever want to remember. I didn't want to believe what they were saying but knew deep down it did.

The other part of me wanted to remember. I want to know who the sick bastard that got me pregnant was. I want to know why he did it. I want to know if I was just a random person he wanted that night or if I was his intended target. I want him locked up before he decided to do it again if he hadn't already. I want some sort of closer even if I didn't remember. I want to know who I'm gonna be protecting my kid from when he or she is born.

"What do you remember after that?" Opie asked pulling me away from my thoughts.

"I woke up in hospital in a little pain. I had a small gash on my head, a slight concussion, scratches and bruises on my upper thighs and arms." I sighed feeling embarrassed, ashamed and pathetic. "My tox report came back saying I had roofies in my system and the rape kit came back positive."

"Did they catch who did it?"

I shook my head. "There was no match to his DNA. It didn't even lead back to any unsolved cases."

"You were his first?"

"And hopefully his last, even if I wasn't his first."

"Do you have any idea of who would do something like that?"

I shook my head again. "No."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked. I felt him take one of my hands off the glass and hold it in his much larger hand. I looked at him.

I bit the inside of my lip. "I was worried about how you'd react and I wasn't sure how to tell you."

"If I ever found out who attacked you I would kill him, that's the same reaction anyone would have if they found out someone in their family or a friend had been raped." He said frowning. I knew it wasn't directed at me. "And you need to stop blaming yourself."

My eyes went wide. He could always read me like a book so I shouldn't have been surprised he saw I was blaming myself as well as feeling what I felt.

"It wasn't your fault. He made the choice to do what he did. You didn't encourage him or make him do it." He said trying to be reassuring. I could feel myself starting to become emotional. "You didn't know something like this would happen to you."

"But you, dad, Jax and the guys all taught me to be observant, to watch out for people who maybe acting a little strange and suspicious. That night, I failed in doing that!" I felt my cheeks become wet with tears as they fell from my eyes. "If I had just been a little more observant and not turned my back on my drink then maybe it wouldn't have happened."

Opie was instantly by my side wrapping his arms around me, holding me as I cried into his shirt. "It's still not your fault. We can be the most observant person in the room and something bad can still happen."

I didn't say anything as I let out a couple loud sobs.

Once I'd run out of tears and calmed down slightly, I let go of my big brothers shirt moved back to look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Don't be sorry, I know now that's what matters." He stayed crouched down in front of me. "Does dad know?"

I shook my head no.

"Do you want me to tell him?"

I nodded. I didn't know if I would be able to tell dad.

"Okay." He said. He stood up kissing the top of my head. "Will you be okay?"

I nodded again. "I'm gonna go back to the clubhouse, have a shower and some lunch."

"You can do that here."

"My clothes are still in Jax's dorm room." I blushed knowing what was coming next.

"What's going on between you and Jax?" he asked, curiously.

I knew I wouldn't be able to lie about this. I took a deep breath in and out. "I don't know. I like him, he likes me so we're going to see where whatever there is between us goes."

"So you're together?" He frowned.

"Not quite."

"What does that mean?" he asked now confused.

"I don't know. We're physically attracted to each other and there's a slight emotional attraction too, we're just seeing if the emotional attraction grows."

"So you're sleeping with my best friend?" He frowned again.

"Don't even go there. You married my best friend." I frowned back at him, putting emphasis on the married part.

"You loved the idea of me and Donna getting together before we even got together." he retorted.

"What would be so bad about me and Jax being together?"

"He's my best friend and your my baby sister!" he exclaimed like he was trying to make a point. I rolled my eyes.

"He makes me forget about all the fucking bad stuff that's happened in the last few months. I really like him Opie." I sighed.

"Does he know what happened?" he asked making my body stiffen slightly. I nodded making him sigh. "Of course he does."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He sighed walking out of the room, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I stood up abandoning my glass of water. I wanted to follow Opie but knew I should leave him and give him time to process everything I had just told him. I found a piece of paper and pen and scribbled down a note telling him to call me or text me later if he wanted to.

I left the house making my way back to the clubhouse.


"How did it go?" I heard Jax ask from behind me. I turned my attention from the book I was reading to him as he sat next to me on the picnic table outside the clubhouse. When I got back to the clubhouse I'd taken a quick shower, grabbed something to eat and something to read before making my way outside to the picnic table.

"Better than I thought it would. He remained calm but looked like he wanted to murder someone. I cried and he reassured me." I said closing my book after marking the page I was at. "And then I told him about us."

"How did he take that?" He asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. He knew my giant of a brother may not say or do much but he isn't one to be messed with.

"He freaked a little and then walked out of the room."

He nodded letting me know he heard me and understood. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I am." I said giving him a small smile to let him know that I was slightly better than okay. He returned the smile, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.


Next chapter - Opie confronts Jax in front of Dallas. Dallas finds her own place. Will the phone calls start again once she's on her own?

If there is something you want to see in future chapters let me know and if I can fit it in I will. I also have an idea for another story, but I want to co-write one with someone. If anyone wants to co-write it with me let me know.